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Chapter 79.7

SO COLD

"It was your baby."

He was choleric. His hand tightened around my throat, crushing my airways in his grip. "What the fuck did you say?"

"We used condoms so I knew it wasn't his."

My throat was crushed. And then before I could say anything more, he released his grip, my chest inflated with air and he pushed me back against the sofa. He stood upright, rubbing a hand across his beard, halfway across the room before I could gather myself. In a blind fit of rage, he marched back, pulling me up from the sofa with a hand around my throat, bruising my skin once more. "Tell me the truth." He was quieter now, less demanding but still discontent. "Tell me the fucking truth, Shay."

"You don't deserve to know." I tried clawing his hand away and his grip tensed. "If I had a fucking abortion, there would be medical records, you dumb son of a bitch. You're thinking with your emotions, not with your goddamn pea-sized brain. You can find out about my medical records. You have the resources."

"Why do you think Trevor's on his way?" he eased his grip and tightened it once more. "I want to kill you. I want to hear you beg for your life." He brought me close to him and he murmured lowly. "But you'd rather die than plea for forgiveness. Wouldn't you?" He was angry I would do such a thing and he was right.

"I'd rather dig out my own grave than beg for your compassion. Get the fuck off me." His hand fell as he came down from the throne of his temper. "Feeling better now?" I was caustic. "When did Trevor tell you?"

"Before I came to you–"

"I really wish I was cheating because you get on my fucking nerves. I told you this before, if I was going to cheat then I wouldn't get caught. I wouldn't use the same phone that I know will be examined by Trevor. He lives in the dark web, I wouldn't be able to hide anything from him. And I didn't send those messages." I hit him out of anger. "You fucking bitch. I really hate you. You lash out and regret it later and I'm so fucking tired of it."

He grabbed my wrists to stop the punches to his chest. "Then you know who sent it."

"It wasn't Irvin." I denied his charge.

"He's always with you."

"It could be anyone." My chest felt tight. "If you send your men after him, we're done. I promise you."

He dropped my hands. "It's too late. I sent my father to bring him to me before I went to see you."

My gaze was wet with tears. "Your father will kill him." He didn't answer. Terror crushed my lungs. I came to a slow realisation. "This is what you wanted all along. You planned it. This was all a set-up. You already knew it wasn't me. This is your excuse. What you've wanted all along–"

"Shay–"

"You sent him to kill Irvin."

He didn't speak.

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